User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-3135907-20110801202619/@comment-3135907-20110802211510

Cloke grabs him by the throat and shakes him. "Where is this ship? I haven't seen any long galleys around! Tell me!"
 * "Haha, er, never. I'll never tell yer till ya let me breathe..." Choke gasp. Cloke releases the rat and he sits there panting awhile. "The Lagswake...Hmm, lemmesee...Musta been five- no, six seasons back, Mitesy. I thought yew knew, seein' as yew..."
 * "Quit that."
 * "Quit wot?"
 * "Calling me Mitesy, you fool. I am called Cloke, and another thing, this one is called Grezzer, not "Gurky". Furthermore, he's a weasel, not a stoat."
 * "Aright, Cloke..." The rat says drawing out the name mockingly. "The Lagswake sailed off an' left me 'ere nigh on seven seasons ago. I ain't seen another beast since yesterday, when they all were leavin' this isle. Wait, a couple days ago I saw a boat out in the cove, sailin' fer that big fleet..."
 * "Big fleet? What fleet is this?"
 * "Yew ain't seen it? Well, yew sure are- Well, anyways, that's all I gots t' say. So y'll let me go now?"
 * "Not yet." Cloke swings a tree branch with a heavy knob on the end. The rat falls unconscious. "That will bring him back to his senses more than anything else will. Now, let's see about this fox..."